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K Camp - Lil Bit (Remix)

Lil Bit (Remix)

Lil Bit (Remix)

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[Chorus: K Camp]
Aye get fucked up, drink a little bit
Smoke a little bit, pop a little bit
Aye get fucked up, drink a little bit
Smoke a little bit, pop a little bit, aye get fucked up
We ain't doing much tryna have a good time
Got four bad bitches man the pleasures all mine
Girls kissing girls best believe they all fine
Gir-girls kissing girls best believe they all fine
Leggo, leggo, leggo, leggo, what you doing?
Drink a little bit, smoke a little bit, pop a little bit, aye get fucked up
Drink a little bit, smoke a little bit, pop a little bit
Aye get fucked up

[Verse 1: K Camp]
Four bad bitches, man the pleasure all mine
We ain't doing nothing, tryna to have a good time
Roll around the city, Porsche seats on recline
Four bad bitches fucking at the same time
Bitch named Keisha got an ass like a bubble
Feed her M&M's, watch her turn into some trouble
Two hands on the ball, shorty just doubled
Once I get mine I ain't even tryna cuddle
All in the party hippy trippy on the Henny
Jar full of weed, baby girl I got plenty
Break fast for the chick like I work at Denny's
Shawty where the shots I need many, many, many
Molly in the system, drinking out the bottle
Shorty going in, going hard full throttle
Instagram likes got her feeling like a model
If you looking for the drugs, don't worry I got 'em

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Two bad bitches and they fucking with a nigga
Feeling on her booty, dick harder than a missile
Ass in a circle let me feel it just a little
Don't be pulling on my belt cause that shit holding up the pistol
She like to drink that tequila
Hennessey for all my niggas
You can't take none of my bitches
You fuck round you gon' meet my killers
Ooh, iced out Rollie bright when the light hit
No Janet Jackson, don't fuck with no penny's
Blood in yo T-shirt, them bloods rolling with me
If you bust at me first I shoot up the city
Hunnids on top of hunnids on them titties
Nigga you ain't never seen no money like this
Codeine I pour it up
Popping them pills got me throwing up

[Chorus]

 

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